All language subtitles for Into the West (2005) S01E06 1080p BluRay

Loved by the Buffalo could not change
Growling Bear's vision.

Now he sought to understand it.

New prophets came
with new visions.

Loved by the Buffalo
listened in hope.

Messiah.

Messiah.

My children,

brothers from all the nations,

you listen now.

I have been
to the white man's heaven.

I have seen the white man's god.

And he say to me,

"One day
a great spirit will come,

bring back the buffalo,

and all dead Indians

will come back

and live again."

When this day comes,

there will be no more sickness.

All Indians will be strong

like young men.
Be young again.

White people
cannot hurt Indians then.

Do not tell
the white people this.

Follow my words.

Go back to your people.
Tell them to love one another.

Do not fight.

Do not steal.

Do not lie.

God showed me a dance,

a dance to take to my people.

Go home.

Make this dance.

All Indians dancing.

Good times will come.

Ten years had passed since Robert
and Clara had left Pennsylvania.

Robert had seen
the land's promise turn bitter,

but he was determined to carry on
the best way he knew how.

Yeah, the burial scaffolds
are outlawed now.

Lot of things have changed since they
split up the reservation last year.

Now you've got pockets
of white settlers all over.

I imagined it so differently.

Ten years is a long time, George.

Stand aside, please.

You give something.

These rations are property
of the U.§. government.

I'm just the man
who delivers them.

Government have no stomach.

You're gonna have to get
your rations from Agent Royer.

Royer.

I'm sorry for your plight,

but there's nothing I can do.
Now please stand aside.

When your children cry for food,

you will do nothing?

Do you people want
your rations or not?

Pay attention. Next.

No distribution
till the line is straight.

Can't you people
understand what straight means?

Next.

What's the news, Wheeler?

Well, you're the reporters.

- You tell me.
- Looks like he's got nothing for us,

as usual.

Well, I'm sorry
to disappoint your readers.

You'd think with all the hauling you do
between here and Standing Rock,

you'd see at least
one young buck on the warpath.

You know, you boys could stand
to get out of the agency for a spell.

Why don't you talk to George?
He arrived here on the overnight

out of New York City.

I'm sure he'd be happy
to share his impressions.

Next.

Royer around?

You know he never shows
his face on issue day.

Next.

Only coffee, flour
and blanket this month.

- No meat?
- No meat, no sugar.

Flour, coffee, blanket. Next.

Want bacon.

Children very sick.
Need food.

Bacon is meat.

Next.

Ingrates.

You holding back
on us here, Wheeler?

Why I want to talk to Royer.

A little business matter.

Next.

No long hair.
No more than one wife.

No heathenish ways.

No old religion.

No drinking.

No language but English.

If you can accept these things,

then step over there
and pick up your uniforms.

Indian police are doing well.

Well, can't blame 'em

for wanting something better,
I suppose.

Things took
a bad turn back in '88.

Crops failed two years running.

The Indians weren't
the only ones who suffered.

We were damn near wiped out.

But Clara, the boy and me,
we saw ourselves through.

She can't wait to see you.

"To see a world
in a grain of sand

and heaven in a wildflower,

hold infinity
in the palm of your hand

and eternity in an hour."

Isn't that a wonderful thought?

To see a world
in a grain of sand.

How many times
do we look without seeing?

Poetry teaches us
to see things in a different way.

There's no reason
to be afraid of it.

Who wants to try?

Read among yourselves. Quietly.

Quite a dapper eastern gentleman
you've become.

Good to see you, Miss Clara.

Don't be so formal.
It's just plain Clara now.

Yes, ma'am.

I'll let you two get reacquainted.

I've got some business with Royer.

Come meet my pupils.

Class, I want you to meet
George Voices That Carry.

George was a student of mine
a long time ago.

He used to live here
in Pine Ridge.

Now he's come back,
I hope to teach.

No, not to teach. To learn.

I lived among
the white men for many years,

but I am still Lakota,

like you,

and there is much
to learn from our people.

Congress sets the policy,
Mr. Wheeler.

I'm charged
with carrying out its intent.

The beef allotment to this agency
has been reduced by one million pounds.

Washington takes its
census numbers quite seriously.

It seems short-sighted,
if you ask me.

And what about this bill of lading?

Couldn't bring myself to refuse 'em.
They were starving.

I'll pay for
the lost goods in full.

Your charity only exacerbates
a difficult situation.

You may want
to have a look at this.

My colleague at Standing Rock,
Mr. McLaughlin,

informs me that rumors of an Indian
messiah are spreading like wildfire.

He reassures me
it is only a minor annoyance,

but I have my doubts.

Well, no telling where
desperate people will find hope.

I can only do so much, Mr. Wheeler.
More than that I am not allowed.

These people
are suspicious of any changes.

Your predecessor, Colonel Gallagher,

he was a hard man, but fair.

They'd come to respect him.

The new administration has
selected me to see to its affairs.

- Maybe when you've been here longer...
- As you say.

- Anything else you wish to discuss?
- No.

No, I figure we're through.

I'll say good day then.

Let's go, people.
Keep it moving.

I'm looking for Red Lance,

son of White Crow,
grandson of Running Fox.

Little brother, look at you.

Did they drink your blood,
turn you into a wasichu?

The wasichu did not defeat us.

It was the wind and the snow of the
grandmother's land that was our enemy.

And our father and grandfather?

I'm sorry, brother... truly.

Sitting Bull was the last
to give up his rifle and horse.

The Long Knives,
they promised us land,

but they lied.

They made us prisoners.

All of you?

Two years the soldiers
watched over our tipis,

and then the long hair came and took us.

Buffalo Bill.

He said he would
pay us to be Indians.

He showed us how to make faces
and shake our tomahawks around.

I've come to stay, brother.

This is good.

Red Cloud could stop this
with a word,

but the codger
says it's nothing to do with him.

As I understand the dogma, sir,

it shares many of our
own Christian principles.

A harmless version
of their Sun Dance.

Looks more like a war dance to me.

And you, Mr. Wheeler, you
consider this demonstration harmless?

This ought to be interesting, boys.

I don't see any cause for that.

I'll thank you to stay out of
government business, Mr. Wheeler.

This obscene display
will cease immediately!

This prayer.

White people pray, go heaven.

- We go heaven too.
- You will stop dancing and disperse!

Get outta my way.

- Take this down, Mr. Duffy.
- Make it fast.

To the editor, New York Herald.

"The long-awaited violence here
finally exploded today..."

I like that.

"A band of hostiles
confronted the agent.

Against impossible odds, Royer
acquitted himself without bloodshed

and brought
a well-deserved end to the...

...pagan spectacle
known as the Ghost Dance.

It is common knowledge
that the Sioux never dance this...

...foul dance, except for one purpose,
and that is war."

You must be Jedediah.

You're... you're him.

I reckon I am.

Welcome.

Welcome.

When a man gets
to a certain age,

he wants to be close to those folks
that mean something to him.

What family we have left is...

They're still in these parts.

But it has all changed so much.

Makes you wonder what it's
gonna be like 100 years from now.

Bigger and faster.

Better, I suppose.

Don't know about better.

Sir...

Do I look anything
like Jedediah Smith?

There's only one Jedediah Smith, son.

But...

...let's have a look-see here.

Well, if you put on a few pounds

and a few score years, and...

...rounded it off
with a beard, I'd say...

...nope. Nothing like him.

I often dream
of Margaret Light Shines.

And you've had no word of her?

No. Not a day goes by that I don't wish
I could see my children again.

If she's on the reservation,
Robert will find her.

You can count on it.

Closer together now, fellas.

That's it.

All you bucks,
give me a ferocious look.

That's good. All right now.

Sergeant, take the rifle off the chief

and hold it up.

A little higher.

There it is!
Hold still now.

"Intrepid Pine Ridge police sergeants,
Old Coyote and Yellow Earring

apprehend renegade hostiles
on the warpath

with Custer's own rifles."

Yeah, that's good.

One.

Two.

Three.

That was perfect.

Drink up, gentlemen.
Thank you so much.

They are gonna
eat this up in New York.

You got permission for that?

I got permission. Ask Royer.

You might have
seen her yourself.

Don't keep track of faces.

You let the fire go out.

Didn't notice.

What good are all
these white man's books

if you don't know when you're cold?

It's not that cold.

You... read all these books?

There's much to learn from them.

What good is this knowledge?

You have many questions, but...

...you have no desire
to hear answers.

And you do not wish to learn.

I've told you.

The Ghost Dance
is only superstition.

Spirits can't help our people.
Only we can do that for ourselves.

You do not have ears.
You will not listen.

Cotton will not stop a lead bullet,
no matter what Kicking Bear says.

To say "believe"

or "do not believe,"

this is the white man's way.

This pernicious item, gentlemen,

is known as a ghost shirt.

Among its many powers,
it is alleged to stop bullets.

So let us not deny further
that trouble is imminent.

Every one of these hostiles
is prepared to use violence.

- I've been among them before.
- What are you gonna do about it?

We can do nothing until the Interior
Department and the War Department

provide explicit instructions.

Until then, we must all wait

and be on our guard
at the first sign of outbreak.

If you just leave it alone,
and likely as not,

the whole craze
will die down on its own.

Mr. McLaughlin
at Standing Rock believes that

as long as a single malcontent
like Sitting Bull remains at large,

that we cannot be secure.

And I concur.
If you lock up the ringleaders...

Then you're gonna have
a real problem on your hands...

...not just in your imagination.

Is this a ghost shirt?

Ghost shirt, savvy?

Ghost shirt.

What will you take for it?

You... and me.

We make trade.

- Trade.
- That's right.

You want my camera.

What's a squaw know
about taking pictures?

I'll tell you what.
I'll give you...

Two American dollars.

No can do.
It's not for sale.

Hey, another camera's
easy to come by.

Where in the hell else are you
gonna find another ghost shirt?

Lady, you got yourself a deal.

- How about that?
- That's nice. Real nice.

- I'm bulletproof.
- Better not try it.

Needs mending.

We best see to it.

Look at that.

I'll be doggoned.

I'm gonna go back to the barn

and get some extra wire
and tools and whatnot,

and we'll fix her.

They busted in.

Won't they just bust out again?

No, I don't think so.

Well, why not?

Maybe because this
is the land they remember.

Father.

It makes my heart glad
to see you with these children.

You are a good mother to them.

As you were to me.

My wandering must have caused you

great worry and pain.

Forgive me.

You were always
our family's seeker.

But the road you have chosen
has not been easy.

There were so many times

when I thought
it was impossible to go on.

But I remembered your strength,

how you carried on even
after we thought Father had died.

That was the greatest gift
you gave to me.

You helped me to endure.

To live.

When you're ready,
you look through here,

then you press this button.

I'm happy you still take pictures.

I didn't...

...after Sand Creek.

But it is all different now.

"When in disgrace
with fortune in men's eyes,

I all alone beweep
my outcast state,

and trouble deaf heaven
with my bootless cries,

wishing me like
to one more rich in hope..."

What do you say now, Mr. Wheeler?

Do you still think this craze,
as you call it, is dying out?

I have put up
with enough of this lunacy,

and I intend to do something about it.
Duffy, take this down.

"To the commissioner
of Indian Affairs in Washington,

wild Indians are dancing,
and cannot be induced to stop.

The Ghost Dance has now
assumed such proportions,

both in the number
and the spirit of the adherents,

that it is beyond
the control of the agent

and the police force,
who are openly defied by the dancers.

The employees and the
government property of this agency

has no protection, and we are
at the mercy of these dancers.

We need protection
and we need it now.

This agent suggests sending a body of
troops sufficient to arrest the leaders,

and imprison them and disarm
the balance of the reservation.

Nothing short of a thousand troops,
backed by the proper artillery,

will stop the proliferation
of this diabolical dance."

God bless ya, boys!

Halt!

About face!

Colonel Forsyth,

we are friends of the agent.

We are friends of the soldiers.

The Great Father's friends

are my friends too.

I want not any trouble
for my people.

We have no guns to fight with.

We have nothing to eat.

We are too poor to do anything.

You're not too poor
to dance your Ghost Dance.

Many say I have
been to this dance.

That is not right.

My eyes are sore.

They do not see very well.

But when they better,
I go and see.

We do not ask you to see it,
we ask you to stop it.

When winter comes, dancing stops.

There will be no problems.

Many of your people
have taken to the badlands.

If they do not return,
we'll have no choice

but to consider them hostile.

They think the soldiers
have come to kill us.

I not believe this,

but they are afraid
for their families.

You understand.

And the warriors with them?

What's to keep them from joining up with
Kicking Bear or the other renegades?

That is all I have to say
about this question.

"The belligerent old scalp-taker

harangued his listeners
with a brazen speech

in which hostilities were threatened.

The Army can do nothing
until the redskins have broken out

and the young bucks
have burned a dozen ranches

- and slaughtered women and children..."
- General Miles' orders are specific.

Offer protection
and maintain control.

So we're all just
expected to sit here?

Meantime, you are directed
not to force any issue

that might result in an outbreak.

Discretion, Mr. Royer.

If you and other civilian authorities
had demonstrated as much,

the 7th would not be here now
to enforce order.

What's going on?

Word is Sitting Bull's headed this way

to join the renegades
in the badlands.

We'll be ready for him.

I caution you
against any supply trips

through Standing Rock
in the next few days.

Why is that?

General Miles
authorized Sitting Bull's arrest.

Wouldn't it be better
to wait till ration day?

The fewer people around, less
cause there'll be for a disagreement.

Sitting Bull's actions
require his immediate apprehension.

Well, could be just rumor.

Whatever the people
of the press are telling you.

I provide you this information
with regard to your own safety.

What you wish
to do with it is not my concern.

Take it.

I can't.

You are false to your people
if you do not wear the ghost shirt.

This way is the way
to death, Red Lance.

Maybe we can find our own road.

Maybe we can
find our own destiny again.

What are you doing?

You have too many wasichu ways.

You even think like a wasichu!

You play the savage for money,
Red Lance! Not me!

Indian police.

You are my prisoner.

You must go to the agency.

Let go of me!

Coming through!

Coming through!

Sitting Bull is under arrest.

Do not take him!

- Keep moving!
- No!

Come with us. White hair McLaughlin
only wants to talk with you.

Don't listen to these troublemakers.

Come on. Move!

Move it to the right a little more.

Apart from a few minor skirmishes,

most of the fugitives have been
persuaded to return peaceably.

Hunger can be a powerful
inducement to surrender.

We've still got thousands
holed up in the badlands,

and no telling how many of Sitting
Bull's people racing to meet them.

Our principal concern
is Chief Big Foot.

Abandoned his camp on the
Cheyenne River several days ago.

Lieutenant Colonel Sumner
intercepted him, demanded his return.

Big Foot promised to do so,

but during the night
he slipped away.

Where is he now?

We think he intends to join the rebels
in a badland stronghold.

I await word
from our scouting parties.

A very merry Christmas indeed.

He's wanted for the murder
of an Indian policeman.

You don't know the circumstances.

Clara, the circumstances don't matter.

If they catch him,
they'll shoot him.

Surely, you're exaggerating.

Have you seen what these
so-called reporters are writing?

"The murderous redskins
are now whetting their knives

in anticipation of the moment
when they begin their bloody work."

Anybody with eyes in their head
can see the agency's peaceful.

If George did... kill somebody,

he did it with provocation.

We'll say a prayer for him.

He has the protection of Tatanka.

That is enough.

I'm not who I once was, Grandfather.

None of us are who we were.

It is enough that you have
returned to your people.

I... I killed a man.

Not a wasichu.

Another Lakota.

I saw a darkness inside of you.

Now I understand.

I've lost my center.

The world has lost its center.

You ready for your Christmas present?

Halt!

I won't parley with you.

It's either
unconditional surrender or fight.

What is your answer?

No fight.

Where were you headed?

Pine Ridge. Make peace.

You lied to our troops once before.

Why should we believe you now?

No lie.

I'm glad to find you peaceable.

You and your people
will follow us back to our camp.

We'll provide blankets, rations.

I'll... have an ambulance sent forward.

You'll ride more comfortably.

I guess I'm sick today.

How far is the camp?

Five miles.
The creek called Wounded Knee.

You can't feed
400 people on this.

Your job is to deliver
the required rations

to Wounded Knee, Mr. Wheeler,
not to question the order.

I'm... I'm not questioning it.
I'm just saying.

Don't fail to bring back
your key eyewitness observations.

Why don't you climb aboard
and see for yourself?

Thanks, Wheeler, but...

...I'm forced to remain
in the thick of activity.

You style yourselves
war correspondents,

but the only fighting you've seen
is at the bar at the Hillsgate Hotel

where you lubricate
your imaginations.

Pine Ridge, South Dakota.

Sunday, December 28th.

The Indian war here has collapsed.

Chief Big Foot's defeated hostiles rest
fewer than 30 miles from this agency,

apprehended by the gallant men
of the famed 7th Cavalry.

The surrender is all but certain

to flush out renegades which
for too long have held this agency

and its surrounding settlements
in a virtual state of siege.

All civilized people here
await Big Foot's return

and give thanks in this time of peace

that the Indian troubles
are to be brought to a close

without further sacrifice of life.

Here you go.

This is for Big Foot.

Somethin' else to keep you warm.

Army regulation wool underwear.

This good medicine.

The best.

Here, take a pair for yourself.

Go on, take 'em.

He cannot hear.

They say some of Sitting Bull's
people are here with you.

I'm lookin' for a friend of mine.

He's young, speaks English.

His name's Voices That Carry.

I cannot go back with you.

I don't understand.

I thought it was possible to bridge
the Indian's and white man's world.

- You are that bridge, George.
- No.

When I was back east, people
looked at me as an educated Indian.

Something different. A curiosity.

I see that now.

I lived among the white men,
but I never belonged.

And you belong here?

I belong nowhere.

This is what I've learned.

This has been my real education.

I am grateful to you for everything
you've done for me, my friend.

George.

Goodbye.

Colonel wants your men to fetch
yourselves up to Big Foot's tent.

Parley. You savvy?

Come on, get!

Parley!

Before taking
your people to Pine Ridge,

we must ask that you surrender
any arms in your possession.

Those with guns or rifles
may now step forward,

one by one,

and lay down their weapons.

Who else?

Surely this cannot be all of them.

No more guns.

Have I not put you in an ambulance
and had my doctor look after you?

Did I not put you in a good tent

with a stove to make you
warm and comfortable?

Did I not feed your people?

Yet now, Big Foot repays
my kindness with lying?

No more guns.

Very well.

Sergeant!

Sir.

You and your men search
the village, tipi by tipi.

Troop! Detail!

Let me in there.

Let me in.

Tell that man to sit down!

When circle finish, he sit down.

Where is the rest?

That's the lot of it, sir.

I was led to believe
this band was better armed.

You. Get up.

Damn it.

Can't you see? He's deaf!

Let go!

No!

Fire!

Fire!

What should we do, sir?

Hallowed be thy name,
thy kingdom come, thy will be done,

on Earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread
and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those
who trespass against us,

and lead us not into temptation.

What is she saying?

She said they told her
if she put on the dress

the bullets would not go through.

Why would anyone
shoot women and children?

Robert! Robert!

Is he gonna be all right?

Looks like a bad shrapnel wound.

He'll pull through it,
but I can't speak for the leg.

Here. Keep that tight.

You're all to return to your
homes immediately and stay there.

Until the situation at Wounded Knee
and the badlands is fully resolved,

this agency is under martial law.

Anyone violating the curfew
or found holding a meeting

will be arrested on sight.

Can you tell us
what happened out there?

Reports from the field
are still coming in,

but as best as I can ascertain,
the Indians fired first.

Close on the grip.
Put this one down.

Yeah, now.

Yeah.

What the hell
you think you're doin'?

Them's worth two bucks apiece.

Back off now, you hear me, chief?

Leave him alone!

Can't you see? He's a holy man
performing a death rite!

That day,

I saw Growling Bear's vision

come to pass.

My heart was sad,

but our people still live.

We live and so we have hope.

Well, that's the story as is.
I know how to tell it.

Now somebody else
might tell it a little differently.

You see, the only history
a man knows for certain

is that small part
he owns for himself.

You can't forget we're
all part of the same wheel,

the hubs and the spokes
and the felloes.

You break one,
and you break the wheel.

When you tell your stories,

you touch the grandmothers

and grandfathers.

And all the ancestors
who walk before them.

And when others ask you
where you know these things,

tell them...

...Loved by the Buffalo was spared

so I can tell you this story.

I want you to remember
these stories, Jedediah.

So when your time comes,
you can pass 'em on.

It's important for people
to know where they came from

and what others
have been through.

I always told my children, I said,

"You are one part Virginia
and one part Lakota.

Be proud of both."

Now this story belongs to you.